Balcony boxes have been filled with sturdy heather to bring some colour to the winter whiteness. I liked the layers of colour – the grey of the wood against the pink, with the evergreen hedge and yellow autumn leaves in the background.

After a long long day of work and in-service training, what bliss to come home, kick back and wind down by the blazing fire that dear hubby had prepared for me. Candles and all. Autumn isn’t all misery and gloom!

Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.
– Celtic blessing –

Enjoyed an evening of folk music, Celtic harp and British story telling. A bit of simple, and still so powerful, old folklore is nice in the middle of all the modern electric buzz.

I usually “pick” mine at the market place. I don’t know enough about mushrooms to venture into the woods to look for them. Might cook something poisonous!

Friends who do proper picking say that this autumn has been exceptionally good. Especially with these golden yellow chantarelles, which make a delicious sauce! Today they looked particularly tempting in the bright sunshine.